Christina Michelle Stanton sat in the airport terminal doing one of her favorite things - people watching. As usual, she had arrived at the airport with way too much time to spare. Her flight didn't leave for another hour and she had already been at the gate for almost that long. She sighed and berated herself for her overly serious approach to life. "When will I ever learn to take life less cautiously?" she thought to herself, as she watched the other passengers milling about through the terminal.
She was about to turn her attention to a story that she had running in her head, when she noticed a man pacing - and not just any man, but a man in uniform - camouflage, to be exact. She laughed silently to herself as she mentally cursed her attraction to uniforms. What she wouldn't give to have that particular uniform notice her, though. This man gave definition to his clothing that made Chrissy sit up and take extra notice!
Chrissy covertly watched the man, through her lowered eyelashes. He looked to be a real man - not some teenager. She would guess that he was in his mid 30's. His hair, what of it she could distinguish from his regulation "high and tight", appeared to be dark brown. She would have enjoyed looking at him anywhere, but she was getting a particularly spectacular view because of his pacing. In fact, she notice, he seemed to be pacing a little too quickly. He seemed agitated. Chrissy's interest was way beyond casual now. She was totally caught up in her secret surveillance.
Suddenly, without warning, the man turned toward her, walked rapidly over to her and stopped abruptly, directly in front of her. Chrissy noticed that he towered over her and that his face was knit into a deep scowl as he frowned down at her. His dark brown eyes were flashing with some emotion that looked a lot like anger. Chrissy knew that her eyes had to be as big as saucers. She was stunned by his actions, and as such, she was able only to stare up at him, waiting for him to speak.
"May I ask what you are staring at?" asked Chrissy's GI Joe. Chrissy almost moaned when she heard his voice - it was just as deep and smooth as the richest chocolate. But she couldn't spend any time enjoying that thought, because Chrissy knew she needed to focus to handle this situation with tact. She wasn't sure what she was dealing with here. Maybe GI Joe was just a normal guy who didn't like to be stared at or maybe he was a stressed out war veteran with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and was about to erupt into violence. Chrissy decided that humor was the best route to go in this situation - say something funny and not insulting.
With a sweet smile and a twinkle in her eye, Chrissy said, "I thought you looked like you were on a mission to wear tread marks into the carpet, single handedly!" Her GI Joe looked at her and his scowl seemed to get even deeper as he processed her response. Then, suddenly, without warning, GI Joe burst out laughing. Chrissy gasped as his face transformed from attractive into stunningly handsome. He dropped into the seat beside her.
"I'm on my way home for Christmas and I HATE flying!" he stated. Chrissy was looking at him with some confusion because he seemed quite at ease in the seat beside her, almost as if they had been life long friends.
"Well, considering how hard you were pacing, you certainly could have walked where ever you are going by now" she teased him, deciding to stick with the humor since he was responding so well. And she sure didn't want him to get up and leave.
GI Joe smiled at Chrissy and stuck out his hand, "My name's Mike. Mike O'Connor." He was holding out his hand and looking at Chrissy expectantly. Chrissy's mind was spinning. This incredible specimen of the male species had approached her and was acting quite solicitous. She wasn't sure, because she didn't have a lot of experience, but it felt like he was flirting with her. If he was . . . "My name is Mickey - Mickey Smith," Chrissy stuttered.
Mike continued to smile at her and began waving his hand that he was holding out to her, "Do you shake on command?" he questioned, with a glint of humor in his eyes. Chrissy forced herself to shake his hand, as her mind was reeling with possibilities. Of course, changes were slim that anything would come of this meeting, but oh, if only something could come of it. And Chrissy had a pretty good idea of exactly what she would like to have come of this meeting.
See, Chrissy had recently made some life altering decisions. She had a wonderful job as Commercial Loan Officer in one of the largest bank chains in the country. She had bought her first condo and had it almost paid off. Her life was going right as she had planned, except for one minor catch. Chrissy had decided, after long and careful deliberation, that she was ready to have a baby. But she was 30 years old and had never had a serious relationship with a man. She had always told herself that true love was just around the corner and that the man who could appreciate her was just about ready to enter her life. But she had waited and waited, done everything she could think of, and she still hadn't met that someone special.
And Chrissy was tired of waiting. She just wanted to get on with her life. In her plans, Chrissy had always seen herself as a mother. Just because she didn't have a husband, it didn't mean she couldn't have her child. Chrissy had decided that she wanted several children eventually, but she realized that she was going to have to start with one. Although adoption was in her future, she wanted to experience pregnancy with her first child. She had done her research, contacted her doctors and created her strategy. First she would go celebrate Christmas with her sister and her sister's new fiancee, then she would head back home and be artificially inseminated. After that, her life would be on "go" and she would be able to continue with the plans she had made for herself.
But sitting right here, beside what happened to be the most handsome man she had ever met, Chrissy was having second thoughts. If this man really was flirting with her (a concept almost completely outside her comprehension), then maybe she could actually seduce him and have a real live sperm donor. It wasn't the perfect time of the month, but, if it worked, it would be exciting to not be a virgin when her child was born. She would also be able to honestly tell her child something about his or her father. And since she had had the sense to not give him her real name, she could walk away from this man and never have to see him again. He would never need to know that he fathered her child.
Chrissy realized that, if she ever hoped to pull this off, for the next 24 hours, she needed to truly become someone different from her everyday self - she needed to become Mickey Smith - confident, sexy and available Mickey Smith. So she took a deep breath and grabbed onto her new identity.
As she turned to look at the man beside her, she wondered how one went about a seduction? She also wondered what he saw when he looked at her. She didn't delude herself into thinking that he was blown away by her beauty and charm. Chrissy knew what she had to work with - not only did she consider her features to be plain at best, but she also knew her body didn't meet society's expectations of appealing, either. She was short, barely topping out at 5 foot. She also was plus sized, extra curvy or fat depending on her mood any given day. Never had Chrissy been slender and sexy, but she had long ago decided that she could be neat and presentable. Not that anyone could tell, considering the ratty old outfit she had put on this morning, but most days she wore a suit and pulled her hair into an executive bun, looking as polished and attractive as she could, given what she considered to be her limitations.